I was brought up in a Catholic-believing family. I was sent to a Catholic school, trained as an altar boy. As I grew older I lost interest in going to church. I started surfing at the age of thirteen, got mixed up with the wrong group of people, indulged in drugs and alcohol. But I also lost interest in the lifestyle I was living.

One day I got down on my knees and asked God if he could send me to a church that was faithful to his Word and I could be part of a family. Within two weeks of that prayer, I started a new job. I had a work colleague who was a christian from the Revival Fellowship, so I asked him what he believed. He told me I needed to repent, get baptised by full immersion, and ask God to give me the Holy Spirit, so I went to a meeting he invited me to. I got baptised that same meeting, and several days later I spoke in tongues when praying at home.

That was 28 years ago and I am still rejoicing that I have an eternal hope.